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what’s wrong?” I asked and he shook his head,
his face showing disgust and abhorrence. “Mason please” he bit his lip and his
eyes dropped to my breast again.
    “He bit
you!” he stated coldly and I sucked on my lips, shame and demoralization
coursing through me.
    “Yes” I
nodded and looked down.
    I heard his
breathing speed up a level until I thought he would hyperventilate and he took
a step towards me. His face was furious and grim as he cocked his head at me.
    “Did you
enjoy it Ava?” he spat and my eyes shot to his, confusion and disbelief raging
through me.
    “W..What?” I
spluttered.
    “His cock
Ava, did you enjoy it… inside you, pounding at you?” he snarled and my jaw
dropped as my eyes bulged.
    “Wh..wh..what?”
    I shook my
head in distress and swallowed at the lump that had formed in my throat. He
stalked swiftly over to me and grabbed my upper arms, holding me in his tight
grip. “DID HE MAKE YOU FUCKING COME AVA?!!”
    He was
furious, his face was contorted in ire and rage, as though madness had took
hold of him.
    His eyes
blazed and his teeth were bared, he inched his face forward so our noses were
practically touching. “There’s only me that knows the bite takes it from a
basic climax to pure ecstasy for you Ava, so why?”
    He smacked
my breast with the back of his hand. “Did he bite you as you came, Ava” he spat
icily and I recoiled, the nausea swiftly threatening to surface.
    “Did you
tell him to bite you, Ava? Just before he spilled his spunk inside you” he
snarled.
    My hand shot
out and struck him across his face. His head whipped to the side and he turned
slowly back to me and the look in his eyes filled my blood with ice and took my
breath, filling my lungs with sheer terror. “Mason, please…” I begged as I took
a step backwards.
     
    His lip
curled and he shook his head slowly. “How did he know Ava?” he asked steely and
I frowned.
    “I don’t
understand Mason, he didn’t bite me for…” his eyes flashed and he grabbed my
arms again, the pressure was sure to leave a large bruise. “Mason please” I sobbed
and he shook me raggedly.
    “HOW DID HE
KNOW ABOUT THE BITE AVA?” he bellowed and my eyes widened as realisation sunk
in.
    Mason
thought I had asked Dane to bite me in throws of passion, knowing that was my
ultimate orgasm trigger. I shook my head vehemently. “No, Mason you’ve got it
wrong!” I tried to explain.
    “DID HE FUCK
YOU HARD AS HE BIT YOU A…” he never finished as he spun round and Greg’s fist
connected with Mason’s cheekbone.
     
    I stood in
utter shock and devastation at Mason’s disgust, loathing and revulsion of me.
    “WHAT THE
FUCK MASON?” Greg bellowed as he punched him hard again. “He didn’t bite her
during sex you fucking cunt!” Greg snarled and his anger gave him the power to
hold Mason down. I stumbled backwards and sank onto the bed.
    I was
stunned and in shock. I knew it was the drugs talking but the sheer evilness
and coldness in him ripped me in two; even Dane couldn’t hurt me like Mason had
just done.
    “He bit her
to make her piss herself you fucking arsehole” Greg roared and I recoiled at
his words, the shame and humiliation rose and I looked at my fingers, fiddling them
in my lap.
     
    I felt the
silence more than heard it, the uncomfortable silence, and I knew Mason was
staring at me.
    “What?” he
spluttered as him and Greg clambered off the floor.
    Greg sighed.
“He would make her wait until her bladder was full and she was bursting, then
bite her breast. The pain would make her concentrate on that so she would forget
to hold her bladder” Greg spat at him and Mason’s face paled. “It wasn’t just
physical torture and torment Mason, he fucked with her head. He made her call
him Sir and ask politely and submissively for things, even to use the fucking
toilet” he snarled and Mason’s hand shot out to the dresser to steady himself.
    “ Fuck!” he rasped and Greg pushed his